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I walked up the stairs with my hands tied on my back, and even though I had made my mind, I was scared, because there was no way back, so I kneeled down and set myself in the position I had been taught earlier, then a gunshot indicated that it was time, and I heard the sound of scythe cutting the air, I felt it fly over me and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, all I could see was a basket made of straws.
Asallam was running through the green fields of a meadow until he reached the cliff, but it didn't stop him, so he continued running and jumped into the emptiness of it.
A: "Did you see the game last night?"
B: "Yeah, I can't believe we lost again. Hey! look at that hottie over there!"
A: "Damn! She's hot!"
B: "So... are we going drinking on Saturday?"
A: "Sure. Hey! Look at that other hottie over there!"
...
There was once a carpenter who had always dreamed about being a blacksmith, and because of that, all the pieces of wood he made, ended up converted in charcoal.
He always omitted all the commas in his writings, so when he went visiting his grandpa, instead of saying hello, he bit him in his arm.
The third world country population worry about the water and power service, inflation, the beers and the president, and with all those worries they have no more space in their minds to worry for really living.
A horse was pasturing in the same place he had always pastured when an old cow approached him and told him:
"The grass from that meadow over there are fresher and greener"
"if that's so, why are you here, then, and not there?"
"I don't know, I just wanted to let you know."
"But that's not your duty."
"I know, but neither it is to keep and enjoy something so good all by myself."
He waited until twilight and went out with an wooden stack on one hand and a crucifix on the other, he was going to hunt the vampire who had taken away his beloved wife.
Since he wanted to change the routing of his magic act, the magician tried to pull a cat out of his hat; but when he put his hand into the had, the only thing he found in there were scratches and bites from the cat, who was really upset for being so much time locked in a tiny hat.
He traveled across the seven seas, and in his journey, more than one mermaid tried to drown him in the bottom of the sea; but their songs nor their glares affected him, because were the Mermales who really worried him.
He hanged an hammock between two palm trees, laid on it and look up to sky, watching the clouds and its different shapes. He saw some clouds in the shape of rabbits, others in the shape of horses, but there were only two clouds that really called his attention, because the shapes they had, didn't match them at all: one walking straight forward, and the other sliding on the sky very quickly; and they made him understand that in order to stand out, one must be different from the crowd; but what could be more different that a human who lies on a hammock to watch the shape of the clouds in the sky?
At Marinela's house a little goose, a penguin and a Dalmatian gathered together to have a snack and chitchat, until an starving kid, who was arriving from his soccer practice, ate them all.
Thunders and Rainbows are still fighting, up in the Heaven Kingdom, the eternal duel between the Good and the Bad.
When Narcissus went jogging shirt-less, he left all the girls and some boys breathless, flashing them with his abs, and intimidating them with his warm "Hi."
In the Savannah, the lions pick which one is the best zebra to eat as supper by reading the specifications they have in their fur.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" Kept repeating a desperate whore who was walking under the Eiffel tower.
When the little red riding hood realized that she wouldn't be able to escape from the wolf, she ate the poisoned apple and died instantly, so when the wolf ate her, he died poisoned as well.
Her grandma was so sick, that in the basket that the Little Red Riding Hood was taking to her, instead of having food and drinks for her to get well, the basket only contained a poisoned apple.
He was standing in front of the mirror, naked, with a gun in his hand pointing at his head, tears running down his cheeks, but even though he wanted to end his suffering once and for all, his fingers were not strong enough to pull the trigger, because he had a feeling that he had come to this world to accomplish a mission, he didn't which one, though, but he knew that it wasn't like this that everything was supposed to end.
He freaked out when he passed in front of the mirror, he had seen a a ghost! and when he turned on his heels to escape from the bewitched house, he saw his lifeless body laying over the coach he was resting a few moments ago.
He kneeled in front of her, looking her in the eyes and withdrawing his hands from his pockets and raising them up in the air, he told her "I love you." She rolled her eyes at him, reached for the key which may set free her forbidden lover and threw it into the crocodiles' tank.
She knew better, and if she released him, he would never be her slave nor her preferred lover.
I followed the Pink Elephant because he would take to where the candies were, and after three days of walking, we arrived to a clearance where the Elephants were made of candy, so there were Chocolate Elephants, Bubblegum Elephants, Vanilla Elephants, and all kind of Candy Elephants you could imagine, and I was so starving that I literally ate an Elephant.
The seal that was almost suffocated decided to break an air-hole through the ice, in order to be able to breath, but as soon as she inhaled the mouthful of air that would save her life, an harpoon pierced her head, and she became the supper of an starving esquimau.
On father's day I woke up early in the morning, made breakfast and brought it to my two fathers in bed to celebrate their day. You don't know how lucky I am for having not one, but two fathers who loves me and take care for me everyday.
The cone was worried about how hot it was, because if she continued sweating like she was doing, she would be dead before lunch time.
In mid afternoon, he laid down to take a nap at the same time he always did, but this time, he didn't wake up two hours later as usual, nor four hours later, nor six, nor eight, nor sixteen hours later; because he had died, although he was still dreaming like if he were to wake up someday.
In a napkin were found the remains of her disease, and of her desire to be thinner.
Everyday this writer came to my tavern, took a sit in the table in front of the window, pull out a little notebook and asked me for a cup of coffee, then another, and another and it was not unit I served him the fourth cup of coffee that he would start to write.
"Have you thought about publishing your work?" I asked him one day.
"I am not ready yet " he answered me with a smile "Everyday I come here to drink coffee and to write, but inspiration doesn't hit me until..."
"Until you have your forth cup of coffee" I interrupted him, finishing the sentence for him.
"That's right! So the day that inspiration strikes me at the first cup of coffee..."
"Would be the day that you know your work is worth publishing" I interrupted him again.
"That's right!"
I turned around and came back to the bar, and the I realized that the writer was fervently writing on his little notebook and some napkins, and before I could serve him the second cup of coffee he was already gone and I've seen him in my tavern since that moment on.
Every dish the cook made was spiced with sad tears that have fallen from her face into the food, because back at home, her kids were starving and she didn't even have a radish to cook for them.
He carries a blank book in his hands everywhere he goes, so everyone who sees him could think "What a smart and cultured boy he is" but in reality he is just a fake, like the book he carries everywhere.
365 Microfictions, Flash Fictions, Micro-Stories and Short Stories written by Sir Helder Amos Copyright © 2011 -- Template created by O Pregador -- Powered by Blogger Templates
